Birthday:March 8th 2002Likes:Going for walks, bully sticks, catching ice cream that his dad spits at him, playing with a weasel in the wood pile, licking the beatersPet-Peeves:Baths , getting porcupine quills pulled out(twice!) and toenail trimming and getting in trouble- which rarely happensFavorite Toy:A round fuzzy ball pillow that he sucks on and a dog hand puppet that he also sucks on, in fact he suckles on almost all of his stuffed toysFavorite Food:Porcupine stew, moose, snowshoe hares, beef, salmon, cheese, dried liver treats, bully sticks, milkbones, buttered popcorn, carrots, zucchini, snap peasFavorite Walk:AnywhereBest Tricks:Hand shake, beg pretty, barking with hand signals and carrying in the mailArrival Story:Mom put an ad in the paper that read "looking for puppy that will be 40-60 lbs. when grown". A man said he was bringing a litter of pups to the grocery store to try and find homes for them. When mom and dad got there they chose me from the box of puppies because I was the most friendly. Mom was told that my mom was 60 lbs. I weigh around 100 lbs. I guess I take after my dad who is wolf hound, husky and wolf. Oh , and I have 1 ear up and 1 ear down- very adorable mom says! Mom here: When we got Bonzer home I went to the calendar to record his birth date and found out he was born on the day we buried our beloved "Muffy" who lived 16 1/2 yrs. Amazing! The "wonder dog" term comes from some unusual things he has done like finding a raw chicken egg on a walk with his dad (no : ) he did'nt raid a chicken house ) and carried it home without breaking it and gave it to me and I cooked it for him. He also swam out and grabbed the rope on the boat when it drifted away and brought it back to shore! So... his grandpa would say "what's Bonzer the wonder dog done lately? "Bio:His name means terrific in Australia. His hobbies include but are not limited too; keeping the yard free of moose (almost impossible!) and bringing in the mail. He has a very sweet disposition and loves meeting new dogs. He's also a great sport and puts up with being dressed as a dog salmon for parades.Forums Motto:I'm a good boy!I've Been On Dogster Since:

The diary of Bonzer the wonder dog

After a somewhat grueling "white knuckled" drive as dad says, (from the icy road conditions) we arrived at Whidbey Island, Washington, where we'll be spending most of the winter. We got stuck in Tok Alaska for 2 days while we waited for a tire to replace one that got punctured. The long wait was because only the dealer in Anchorage had one of the special tires that were only made for the new Subaru Forester.

A few days after we arrived, we were adopted by a male mallard duck. It sleeps on our doorstep and follows us around the yard. He even joins us for walks on the beach. He's not afraid of me at all and I leave him alone.

The other day a friend called and said there was a dead cow moose just down the road from us. Dad went to look and found it had a newborn baby. At
first mom and dad thought it must have been hit by a car and people from Fish and
Wildlife thought so too. Since dad was there and had told them about the baby moose and no one knew when the mother had died, they said he could have
it, rather than them having to call the next on the list for road killed moose and wait
for them to come. After dad and mom started cutting it a trooper showed up and
got kind of huffy about it, saying that it's not F&G's call to make and the
troopers do that. He was going to have them wait while he made phone
calls but dad said we should keep butchering since it was a warm day
and the moose was already bloating in the sun. After about 45 minutes of talking on the phone, he
finally said he would let us have it. Long story short, the baby went to a zoo and
the moose was shot with an arrow, which mom found the head of while
cutting the meat off the bone of a front quarter a few days later. Hopefully the person that shot a mother moose with a newborn calf will be caught but it's doubtful they will find out who did it.
Because it laid there for so long, the meat wasn't fit for humans, so mom packaged it and froze it all for me! Not many dogs can boast they got their own moose!

Oh, I live the good life for sure. 10 years ago, mom adopted me from a family that had an unwanted litter of pups. When her and dad arrived at the grocery store to meet the people giving us away, and started looking me and my siblings over, they picked up and held a few of us to see how we felt about people. Some of my siblings were very timid and shy but when mom picked me up, I looked her in the eye and licked her face. Did I know how to get into her heart or what? :))

She showed me to dad and they both agreed that I was the most outgoing, friendly and less shy of the pups. I had a cut on my poor little paw though and had to go see the vet for the first time the very next day.

Since then I have been very loved and well cared for. With no worries or fears, I have known nothing but love in all my 10 years of life. I worry not about where my next meal will come from, or not having a home, like so many poor doggies out there. Mom and dad are so happy to have found me and having me as a member of the family.

I have slowed down a little lately and have had surgery to remove a large fatty lump that comes with age but I still have plenty of get up and go.